spy cloud

Zhang Tianhao was unaware of the wind and rain outside. This time, he slept for a relatively long time.

He went home at noon and went to sleep. It wasn't until the morning of the third day that he woke up from his sleep and even his spirits were restored.

"This feels so good!"

"Oh, I've changed my clothes too."

Only then did he realize that he had been dressed in pajamas without his knowledge, and that his body had been cleaned.

"It seems Qiao'er has come back and discovered me."

He smiled and then walked out of the room into the courtyard. He saw He Qiao'er and Tao Jie there, which he found somewhat amusing.

"You're both here!"

"Hmph, isn't this all your doing!"

"What good deed have I done this time?"

He was also a little confused, wondering where he had gone wrong, since he had just woken up and knew nothing.

"Da Bao and Xiao Bao look almost identical. Don't you need to explain to me why they're called Da Bao and Xiao Bao? It's just a nickname."

"Oh, this? Since you asked, you should know what happened. Really, it was an accident, wasn't it? Besides, you wouldn't want me to be irresponsible, would you?"

"Hmph, do the math yourself. How many women have you had? There's my eldest sister, Qin Yuxiang, and others. I won't give examples."

"Well, there's nothing I can do about it. What can I do when I'm so handsome!"

As he spoke, he walked over, picked up He Qiao'er, grabbed Tao Jie with his other hand, and pulled her into the house.

"you you you……"

Upon seeing his movements, He Qiao'er and Tao Jie knew exactly what he was up to; after all, no one was a fool.

"Hmph, don't think that just because of this, I'll be willing to be with you!"

"Really!"

Zhang Tianhao chuckled mischievously for a while, and soon after, muffled groans and suppressed moans came from inside the room.

At noon, Zhang Tianhao walked out of his room alone, looking refreshed, and went to the courtyard. He saw two servants with two children, one of whom was cooking in the kitchen.

It's clear that the two families have already eaten together, and they're taking turns looking after the children.

"Sir, would you two ladies like to have lunch?"

"Let's keep it. They'll probably sleep until the afternoon; they're both sleepy!"

"Ok!"

Upon hearing this, the two servants turned around and went to prepare the food.

He washed his face, freshened up, and went straight to his study to begin writing his book, "Ten Days in Europe."

After all, this was his personal experience. He organized the words in his mind and then quickly wrote one story after another.

In the next two days, Zhang Tianhao wrote a travelogue of over 200,000 words, and he did so from a first-person perspective.

Of course, he writes quite fast.

As for the more than 200,000 words, they were all written by him using his mental power. Otherwise, he might not have been able to write them. Writing in the space was much faster. With just a thought, these words would be written down.

On the fourth day, he finally handed the manuscript over to Zuo Mingming and the other person, as a way of giving them an explanation.

After finishing his travelogue, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. After all, besides the scenery, the main focus of this travelogue was how he was assassinated and how he escaped the assassination attempt.

"Xiaoyue, how's your reading progress these past two days?"

"Thank you, miss, I recognize them all, but they're not written very well!"

In the courtyard at No. 79 Wenjianshi Road, Shanghai, Song Wen looked at Xiaoyue in front of her, smiled casually, and then took a bowl of medicine and drank it down.

"Xiaoyue, now that you can read, study hard, okay?"

"Yes, that's good to know. Xiao Tian has his own ideas. He'll probably come to Shanghai soon, and he'll get checked out then."

"Yes!"

Xiaoyue shrank back, feeling a little embarrassed. After all, this family not only provided her with food and clothing, but also taught her to read. This family could almost be described as happy.

Now, when I think back to the home that sold her, I feel almost suffocated and helpless.

"Hey, Xiaoyue, get back to your studies, stop daydreaming!"

"Ok!"

Xiaoyue also came to her senses, looked at Song Wen, and began to read along.

Song Wen sat there in a daze, after all, Zhang Tianhao had been gone for almost twenty days, and she really missed him.

She hadn't wanted it at first, but Zhang Tianhao's arrival completely changed her mind, and now she was in a state of uncertainty.

Xiaoyue, who was standing to the side, could also tell that Song Wen was thinking about someone, which was self-evident.

……

In an office building in Paris.

"You're saying Zhang Tianhao is missing? He disappeared on his way back to Paris tonight? Could it be true?"

"Sir, it's true. Our men were lying in ambush on his usual route back, but he's vanished!"

"Could they be hiding in his winery?"

"No, our people have confirmed that he has not returned to the winery. He has now handed the winery over to two locals to manage, and has paid a year's worth of taxes in francs."

"Oh, he handed it over to his subordinates to manage. Where is that person? Did they just vanish into thin air?"

"We really don't know. We haven't seen him for two or three days. We're starting to suspect he's left. After all, he's had a history of disappearing at night in Milan and Rome, only to reappear in another place."

"asshole!"

Upon hearing this, the leader cursed and then sat there sulking helplessly.

"How come a perfectly good Chinese man is so hard to kill? We've launched over eighty operations against him, and nobody has managed to kill him after eighty attempts. Are we all useless, or are the people below us all useless?"

“Boss, we’ve organized at least eighty assassinations here. Others have also taken on the same missions, but Zhang Tianhao is alive and well, while the others have failed. It’s not our fault, it’s really not our fault. It’s just that Zhang Tianhao is too hard to survive.”

"Ugh!"

"Have you found out where he went? Logically speaking, or given his personality, he shouldn't have disappeared again out of thin air."

"Boss, do you think he might go back to China? You know, here, he's being assassinated every day. Even though he hasn't died, he can't keep his mind on edge all the time."

"That's true, but we paid such a high price, and he's unharmed. We can't explain this back to the Japanese, and what about them..."

"Hmph, we paid with hundreds of lives for the Japanese. If they hadn't paid compensation, I'd have dealt with them properly, hmph!"

The young man in the lead also had a fierce look on his face, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent, after all, his operation this time had failed completely.

There were others who shared his thoughts; after all, the Japanese weren't just hiring assassins from one organization, but other organizations were also involved. (End of Chapter)